Threads of Fate: ShikaIno @minds-interlinked
old tag: ccBond : Shikamaru x Ino | ShikaIno | themindfulcosmos
// was supposed to be ccShip but I forgot lmao
upgraded to: // tag to be updated
ccOTP: Shikamaru x Ino | ShikaIno | Mindful Cosmics
ccOTP : Shikamaru x Ino | ShikaIno | Cosmic Minds Interlinked
tagged as: ccOTP : Shikamaru x Ino | ShikaIno | minds interlinked
General (RP/ship) tag: Mindful Cosmics Cosmic Minds Interlinked
Verse Branch: ccVerse : Shikamaru Nara | Blank Period & Next Gen Partner: Ino @minds-interlinked
Promos: Art Link | ?
Old/Archived: Threads of Fate
Threads // to be linked
Blank Period
Months After War
Attention Dramatics
Mischievous Kiss
Wake Up Kiss
Happy Birthday Ino 2021
Mistletoe Kiss 2021
A Kissy Interruption
Seducing Neck Kiss
Surprise Knowledge
Neck Kiss Revenge
Closer for a Kiss
Anything At All
Smash than Pass
Worried Sick
Kissing Day 2022
Next Gen
Completely Yours
Not Thinking Rationally
Sinny Surprise
My Life With You Always
Crimson Kisses
with Choji
Attractive Shika
The Best Friend
with Asuma
Gift Apples
Headcanons
ShikaIno raise and take care of a deer/doe named Yukie
(Next Gen) ShikaIno AU:
Shikadai: has Ino’s eyes
Inojin: has Shikamaru’s eyes,
Sai is Inojin's mentor/sensei
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SasuSaku Month ‘22 Day 31
| Day 30 |
Day 31 Prompt: Caption
-Canon, Post-Boruto Era-
An older woman settled into the rocking chair beside the couch with a drawn-out sigh that seemed to decompress her entire body. Wisps of graying hair fell about her forehead, tickling the mark that now seemed more faded than it had been but a decade before.
Her fingers curled around a large black book, and a smile brightened her wrinkled face as she traced her index over the writing embossed in the soft, cushiony cover. A photo album, recently gifted by one of her grandchildren.
Despite her advanced age, her hands hardly trembled, even as she flipped the book open and began to scan through the pictures therein.
The first that jumped out at her was the very first family photo they'd ever taken. Her tiny writing beneath read, "Year 98: Sasuke is back!"
Beneath that, more messy, loopy writing read: "Papa looked like he couldn't wait to go home."
A gentle laugh rippled through her chest, and she fondly shook her head at the familiar handwriting of her daughter. She had no idea when she had the time to make and comment on the book, but the recent death of her father must have been a good enough time to cheer her up.
Another two photos, one likely donated from Mitsuki: Neo-Team 7's first team photo right next to her own team picture, the edges frayed with time. Sarada's handwriting stated, "Does this remind you of anything?"
Both Boruto and Mitsuki chimed in, messy and tiny and neat respectively: "Uncle was way better looking than Dad." and "You were very stylish, Uchiha-sensei."
She traced the faces, the plastic cover protecting it from smudging as her eyes softened. It seemed like centuries ago that the picture was taken; so much had happened since they had been simple teenagers, naïve and innocent.
She flipped to the next page. Here were a few selfies, judging by Boruto's cheeky grin and peace sign. In one, Naruto was asleep on the couch drooling and likely loudly snoring, and in the other, Sasuke was nestled against a tree with his arm resting on his bent knee, his usually-serious face for once smooth and peaceful.
"Dad pulled an all-nighter again -_-;" and "Uncle looks cool even while sleeping!!" were the comments under both.
On the other page was a candid shot of Sarada, Boruto, Mitsuki all napping in the sunshine. Mitsuki's arms wrapped loosely around the girl's waist as she leaned against Boruto, whose head rested atop hers with his arms crossed across his chest. They looked so young and sweet. This one undoubtedly had Konohamaru's writing: "Even these little maniacs can look like sweet little angels sometimes!"
More and more pictures followed. Graduations, promotions, birthdays - weddings, funerals, engagements - so many treasured moments, all captured in time with the press of a button.
Sakura had limited knowledge on the new technologies that had sprung up as the ninja villages got more used to a peaceful world post-war. She knew enough to keep up with her hospital duties, but Sasuke had been totally clueless; he adamantly refused to abandon the lifestyle he'd grown up with, despite Sarada's repeated attempts to get him to buy a smartphone so they could keep in touch.
Her eyes misted as she stroked a thumb across a photo of Sarada with her firstborn son. Her daughter's face had been exhausted, but so, so happy - and her beaming grin of pride as well as the ruddy face of the newborn with black tufts of hair crowning his head made more memories flood back. "Your first grandchild, Neji" the caption read, in Sarada's hand.
She laughed aloud at a picture of Inojin's wedding - Ino was holding Sai up only by the end of his tie as he slipped on a puddle of frosting from someone having dropped their cake only moments before. The look on his normally-stoic face was priceless, the genuine surprise as he clawed at air to break his fall. "Dad is so embarrassing, LOL" was Inojin's flowy, elegant font.
Photos of her and Hinata, of Naruto and Hinata, of Ino and Tenten and Lee, of Tsunade and Orochimaru decades prior on the night she died, sitting beside Jiraiya’s grave with a bottle of sake between them, of Gai as he lay in a hospital bed, flexing his biceps and grinning tiredly at the camera - though it had been labeled "The last photo of Gai-sensei, December 24, Year 119" by Tenten, what was undoubtedly his attempts at writing by a shaky hand read "Stay Strong! The Will of Fire Lives On!!"
She had to pause and swipe a few stubborn tears from the corners of her eyes. Lee had been so devastated when his closest father figure had died - Gai had been such a pivotal part of his life, and he treated Lee's son as his own grandchild. Kakashi had never been the same either, just as saddened by the loss of his lifelong rival... as well as closest friend.
Taking a few shaky breaths, she sniffled and turned to the last page... and her breath left her in one quiet huff of surprise.
A picture she hadn't known of, of her and Sasuke's fiftieth anniversary, greeted her. She had been laughing at someone out of frame as Sasuke sat beside her, looking her way with an expression so soft she was shocked anyone had caught it. He had always been so adamant about not showing affection in public; yet here he was in full color, his lips quirked in that same soft smile that dutifully followed her to sleep and greeted her when she woke.
There, underneath, was written in the handwriting she'd spent her entire life memorizing and mooning over: "Just as beautiful as the day I married you."
A sudden arm wrapping around her shoulders from behind, as well as a face pressing into the back of her head, made her realize she wasn't alone. Smiling softly, tears still gathering in her eyes, she lifted her free hand to thread her fingers through her husband's silver hair.
"I see you got the book," he surmised, his voice rough and weathered from the years they spent together. "How do you like it? Sarada spent ages on it, from what I gather."
"I love it." Her voice cracked, and as leaned around to press a kiss to her temple she let out a deep, shaky sigh. "When is Neji coming over with the new baby? I swear that boy is purposefully punishing me at this point."
Sasuke chuckled. "Soon, soon. Be patient."
Sakura leaned back against the chair, looking into his dark eyes. Though they were both wrinkled and weathered, he was still as handsome as she'd ever known him.
Cupping his cheek in her hand, she closed her eyes as he pressed his lips to her forehead tenderly.
What a life they'd lived. What a life they'd leave behind.
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